My mom buzzed me last month and told me to buy Wool for Kindle. She said it was a bunch of short stories or novellas — a series of them or something. I told her I’d reserve it at the library. She insisted my library would not have it.
My library did have it (she’s always surprised by this, for some reason) and it arrived just in time for the Readathon. Of course I didn’t get around to it during Readathon — my book stacks are always larger than my 18 hour Readathon day. Then I made the mistake of starting it the day TW went into the hospital — I managed all of one page in the five days she was in the hospital, that one page made no sense and I kept reading it over and over again.
I was a little worried that this was going to become another “Moonstone” and I’d never manage to read it.
Silly me. The Wool Omnibus is no Moonstone — it’s hella awesome post-apocalyptic fiction. One of the best I’ve read in awhile (saying something since I read a lot of post-apocalyptic fiction.) My mother is also silly because she described it to me as science fiction, which it certainly is but it’s post-apocalyptic scifi. There’s a difference. A big difference.
The title is excellent. Wool — when Elly saw the book, she couldn’t figure out why I would read a book about … Wool. Or sheep. It took her awhile to grok the concept of people as sheep or the wool being pulled over someone’s eyes.
This deserves to be Kindle’s #1 Indie Book of 2012. You should read it. On Kindle or in paper. Who cares, just read it. (And pray that there’s an installment 6-12, too.)